descend into the earth
and find shelter within tangled mycelium
warmed by a blanket of fallen leaves and dirt
whilst earthworms coil amidst encapsulated
dreams of sunlight’s return
*
sleep in peaceful slumber
untouched by the Crone’s icy tears
by the crystalline frosts and bitter snowfalls
as she mourns her fallen consort and
awaits the turning wheel
Love this Louise…so creepy. Could be the best one yet. 🙂
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Thank you very much, Jeanne. 🙂 I really enjoyed writing this one – even though my internet kept cutting out. WordPress wouldn’t save the draft, and I lost the whole thing several times!
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creepy and poignant both!!
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Thank you, Cybele. It’s a time of year perfectly suited to creepy! I’m glad you liked it. 🙂
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